april showers bring may flowersif pain is weakness leaving the body judging by the monsoons that have struck my eyes of late i must have a lifetime’s worth aching to be...
all or nothingi am not in the habit of letting other people choose which parts of me they get to keep
poetryi tried to stay away — turned the haiku they wrote us the other way rationed myself to scraps of non-fiction hid the books i craved under...
in the absence of control, i create iti do not have the luxury of languishing in loneliness marinating in misery not now not when i’m within kissing distance of the finish...
the necessity of heartacheand do we not need the occasional storm to banish idle dust soak our lands fertile prepare our seeds to germinate to their highest...
#sorrynotsorryi am sorry that leaving me was so hard for you the sting of my words is still living under your skin over a year later